Today's sip is from my already published book, The Power of Muse and Inspiration. Here's a blurb and excerpt!
Blurb: No such thing as vampires!
William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another.
The vampire Jude is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block.
How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?
Cold winds blew through the trees and grass, making his walk through this park especially difficult. Sirens from fire engines and ambulances, cars whizzing by with music blaring out the windows all made him wince. Often Jude the Vampire hated he hadn’t been staked by now because of all his ill feelings towards modern technology.
“No such thing as quiet anymore,” he snapped. The days of taking leisurely strolls through the fields with nothing in sight were gone. Now, here in the twenty first century, everything that moved had to be noisy. Such was the reason he had to give up his small house on the outskirts of London, just because he could no longer stand living near the motorway with all the automobiles, the buses, the motorbikes. In his mind, he’d lived long past where he could tolerate these menacing things but he couldn’t ask for death, no, no… there had to be a good reason for his demise.
Jude, otherwise known as Judias Winston III, is the son of Martha and Peter. Peter was a soldier while his mother stayed behind and took care of Judias. In truth, because of their stance on religion, the couple picked the name Judias. Both weren’t firm believers in a higher being or creator; they placed their thoughts in evolution. However, because they didn’t want their child to be teased maliciously, they bestowed him something alternative to the betrayer of Jesus. People still raised eyebrows but the couple didn’t really care.
The Winston household remained a loving one throughout the young man’s childhood. His mother took great time with him, teaching him to read and write before he attended school and even afterwards, encouraging him to do something other than schoolwork like writing or drawing.
The latter he quickly took a hold of and when he completed middle school, he began to pursue his love for art. He’d paint pictures of family as well as scenes such as the country sides or any magnificent visions that roamed through his head.
When he was only twenty, he’d been teased by local boys because he didn’t like girls and became immediately depressed. While sobbing in the back of his parent’s house, he was met by a young vampire named Thaddeus who offered his long lasting love and immediately, to escape the taunts, he took it without looking back.
During his time with Thaddeus, he regained his lust for life but these days, as he approached his three hundredth year on this wretched earth, he could feel himself hating his existence once again.
Having no one to love or care for him depressed the vamp and drained his energy. After he’d left Thaddeus, his maker, due to boredom, he took another younger partner who was in a similar situation as he had been in. However, the younger lover repeated the same action as his maker had done; he ran off with another immortal without a sense of remorse. That one was so close to being the man Jude thought was his eternal lover but once he caught sight of an immortal of his own breed called Kyokia, he took off immediately.
This loss of who he thought was the one nearly killed him and now he was hanging onto his zest for life by a thread. Unlike everyday vamps who were fuelled by blood and hatred, Jude thrived on inspiration which usually came from the man he loved. If it were a mortal who excited him like his former partner, then he could live for days on that and very little nourishment. However, not being in a committed relationship with anyone was slowly breaking him and he knew if he didn’t find the lover that would change his mood, surely he’d become haughty and evil like the others before and after him.
Contentment, lust, euphoric love is what he strived for in his latest search for an eternal partner. Jude wouldn’t give up the fight anytime soon but his faith began to waver in the process and this added to his disgruntlement. Once that happened, he knew his desire to create would fade as well.
Tired from strolling aimlessly, he finally found a place to relax in St. James Park. He recalled this place decades ago when it was much quieter and a lot of his fellow vamps roamed free, finding many delicacies of the male and female variety to ravage and kill for nourishment and or pleasures. Nowadays, there was still some that might’ve tickled his fancy but most of those were in the seedier parts of London which he had no strength to travel to.
Jude rested his weary head against a tree and ran his fingers through his blondish brown hair which felt as if it were thinning. In disgust, he pulled the hood over his head and cursed the invisible gods before him for dealing him this cruel hand.
Why had he left his maker’s side, he wondered? If he hadn’t got a strong head, guiding him in the wrong direction, his love for life might not be in jeopardy.